Friday, March 4, 2011

Is It Normal To Be Very Wet Before Your Period

A new day, Amethyst



This is a special day.
For a chance, I stumbled into songs and phrases, words and sounds that I thought and wrote some time ago. Read again and almost alienating, not to identify.
The feeling that it has caused is conflicting and powerful. A desire to reclaim a dimension that seems lost and distant.

words at times harrowing, full of unspoken meanings, but are clear to me, restoring a fresco dusty and full of cracks.
seems that a part of me is dead, torn from reality with a bang, tearing.

The promise that I do today, with sharp determination is di metterci impegno, di ritrovare le energie mentali e fisiche per produrre ancora, per dare forma fisica non soltanto a idee e brevi racconti, ma trasporre impressioni, momenti di pioggia e sole, di crisi o piena felicità.
Come un tempo, trovare una dimensione del tempo rinnovata e dilatata.

Tante cose sono cambiate, impressioni e dubbi sorti non più di due anni fa, si sono rivelati verosimili purtroppo. Un oggetto che appariva integro e ben saldo, pur nella sua molteplicità, è andato in frantumi in modo lento. Abbiamo definito le nostre strade, in una deriva che le porta ad incontrarsi rarissimamente. Un moto caotico che ha generato nuove collisioni, con strade di altre persone.
Una quotidianità che ha mutato its course, full of unexpected surprises and creatively stimulating. Perhaps the fact that life has become more dense and lively, has led to a withdrawal from those introspective moments so prosperous.

The intention there.
Time is to be found.
With a taste all over again, as to find themselves in old pages and digital, that time can not go yellow.

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